Robert Charles Howard

Rookie - 29 Points (26 DEC 1943 / Wyandotte MI)

Grace The Magician - Poem by Robert Charles Howard

There were no rabbit hat extractions,
Floating pastel scarves,
Or fluttering dove wings
But it was magic nonetheless.

Circled in the warmth
Of comfort arms
Grace released her mouth
From her mother's breast
And broke her verbal silence,
“All done.”

Of the 23,000 or more words
She will come to know,
None can now precede
“All done.”

But how much more magic
Is yet to come?
Torrents of words
Will tumble out in nano-seconds
To bring the treasury of
Stored experience to her lips -
Questions and declarations
To shape and guide her universe.
Magic miracles
Born of Grace and Providence.

I hear your words dear child,
But beg to differ.
You have just begun.


Comments about Grace The Magician by Robert Charles Howard

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (3/15/2007 12:06:00 AM)

    Goldy,

    I think that grace just hovers in the ether and drops by without calling ahead. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (3/14/2007 12:13:00 PM)

    how does one preserve grace. is it about undoing what's been done.
    can s/he just stick it in a jar (or veiled hat) & come back for it next wk, month, year, ....Goldy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (3/7/2007 5:18:00 PM)

    Very gracefully and tenderly written. Just beautiful, Robert.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rookie alana Keogh (3/4/2007 8:01:00 AM)

    Loved this poem, aw from the mouth of babes. alana (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Brian Dorn (2/28/2007 2:15:00 PM)

    Good stuff, Robert... even magical in a way. Life is full of wonder and you've written a wonderful poem to prove it! !
    Brian (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (2/24/2007 9:23:00 AM)

    The journey of possibility that is this precious and priceless life is only just beginning, but what a remarkable starting point to set out from, and to have chosen as such by the very wise writer of this tender, loving poem. You are the magician here Robert. Spellbinding writing with very gentle and hope filled exit lines. jim (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gregory Gunn (2/23/2007 8:37:00 PM)

    What a charming observational piece, Howard. From the suckling safety of her mother's breast to that lengthy voyage toward finding her niche in the expansive universe. Enchanting indeed!

    Kudos,

    Greg (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (2/23/2007 7:29:00 PM)

    A soft piece, filled with the wonder of words and the love of little people. A tender hearted grandfatherly sort of poem. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Scarlett Treat (2/23/2007 4:07:00 PM)

    What a lovely thought that Grace's life is just beginning...and what a unique way of showing this! Great poem, I love it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011


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